Contributor: Bob Skoggins - - The bus creaked forward, people still shuffling in to fill the empty seats. Some were in suits. Some were in hoodies. Some were wearing shorts, their skin bumpy from the cold. It was crowded and loud and warm on the city bus. It traveled from Jarvis to Dan Ryan on the south side of Chicago. It carried all kinds of people. A young couple sat in the back. The girl was wearing a backpack, having gotten out of a class at Harold Washington College. Her husband was in a suit. A struggling realtor. They lived on Garfield. “We should have walked. This is taking too long,” he said. “I’m not getting off.” She scooted away from him. “Or taken the L,” he said. “But I hate the L. I hate the bus.” “I’m moving,” she said. “You know I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said. “You talk to him too much. I want you to stop....

Read more »

These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 

0 Comments

Author: Bob Skoggins